The old place looked deserted and ruined.

The half-pay Indian officer's poverty was visible everywhere--in the time-worn furniture, the neglected grounds, the empty stables, and the meager staff of old-time servants.
"Captain Hunsden is so poor that he will be glad to marry his daughter to the first rich man who asks her.

The Hunsden estate is strictly entailed to the next male heir; he has only his pay, and she will be left literally a beggar at his death." His eyes flashed triumphantly at the thought.

Harrie Hunsden stood in the sunshine on the lawn, with half a score of dogs, big and little, bouncing around her, more lovely, it seemed to the infatuated young baronet, in her simple home-dress, than ever.

No trace of yesterday's fatiguing hunt, or last night's fatiguing dancing, was visible in that radiant face.
But just at that instant Captain Hunsden advanced to meet him, with Lord Ernest Strathmore by his side.
"What brings that idiot here ?" Sir Everard thought.